Sunday, 8 February 2015

Having
given notice to BBC Radio Merseyside that I am no longer willing to take Acts
of Worship as part of the Daybreak Sunday
morning religious programme some people have asked why this is.

Firstly,

·I am very happy with
the people that I have worked with on a day to day basis for over a decade and
I continue to hold them in high regard.

·I still have the
capacity to do this work and will, in fact, have more time from August 31st
when I retire from full-time employment.

So why have I ‘given
notice’?

During
the autumn of 2014 presenters of the Act of Worship were invited to Radio
Merseyside for a training session. Part of this related to Compliance. The gist
of this was that each Act of Worship would need to be submitted for scrutiny on
Thursday morning when it was to be presented live on a Sunday. In this process
the script could be approved or amended and approved.

In principle there is
nothing wrong with this.

The downside is that the whole
script needs to be ready to be submitted at the end of Wednesday and cannot be
significantly changed following this. In the event of local or national events
taking place between submission and broadcast no changes can be made.

The
week preceding February 8th was in some ways exceptional, but during this time
two significant national news items related to child abuse, Lord Chilcot
(reporting on the Iraq War) appeared before a Select Committee, a Parliamentray debate focussed on mitochondrial DNA, discussions
were taking place at an international level relating to the Ukraine and Russia and
ISIS displayed a video of a man being burnt alive. On the 7th
February a man was shot in Liverpool.

Had
I been leading worship in a church I would have at least mentioned some of
these in the prayers. In reality I might well have reflected on one of them in
the act of worship. The BBC response is that these issues were dealt with
elsewhere in the programme and, indeed, some were.

Another
BBC comment was that there, ‘are the days when our contributors cannot come in
live and so we broadcast a pre-recorded Act of Worship. This will not reflect
the news of the day.’

It
was added, ‘But that is not necessarily a bad thing’.

As
I believe

·that worship ought to
reflect context,

·that it is an act of
worship that I am seeking to enable,

·that context includes
an awareness by the congregation (audience) of what is happening in the world,

then
not to respond to events is to diminish the act of worship.

From
this perspective in 30 years of ministry it has been my experience that people
seem to find it helpful to reflect within worship on such things. I have sought
to do this publicly and by writing hymns on issues as varied as tsunamis and
the death of Osama bin Laden.

Not
to make such links may not ‘be a bad thing’ but it is, for me, thoroughly unsatisfactory.

The
rightness of my decision was underlined for me this morning (8th
February 2015) as I led an Act of Worship, broadcast live focussing on awe,
wonder and hope without being able to relate to any of the things that had been
a focus of the rest of the programme, or that had happened since submitting my
script.

It is for this reason that
I have indicated that I am no longer able to lead Acts of Worship on BBC Radio
Merseyside with integrity.

A Lecture given to the Governors of Unitarian College Manchester October 2014

I remember some years ago Mark Brummitt, who
was, I think a lapsed Salvationist, preaching here in the college chapel. He
began by giving thumb nail sketches of the different denominations. Baptists
wore jeans and fleeces and liked water, Methodists wore flannels and sports
jackets or blazers and loved committees, then he got to Unitarians, scratched
his forehead and said, ‘can't get my head around them... But that's the point?
Isn’t it?’

Our identity may be signaled by something
superficial like our clothing but it goes deeper, much deeper. If I can
misquote Paul Tillich for a moment, it emanates from the ground of our being,
it signifies the essence of who we are, both individually and corporately.

And here you are. I recollect overhearing a
conversation between two Unitarians. Someone had used the labels Christian
Universalist and Unitarian effectively interchangeably. I might have done the
same until then. But they are not the same. At least that was the contention of
the protagonist on one side of this conversation. I must be careful how I use
my words!

However you define yourself, Christian
Universalist or Unitarian or whatever other label you adopt or refuse to
accept. sooner or later questions are raised about what you believe or don’t
believe. Peter Ustinov began his biography, ‘Dear me’ with an assertion that
doubt is a sign of sanity.

So what do you believe?

When I studied theology in Birmingham thirty
odd years ago I remember getting into an argument, no a discussion, with a
Senior Lecturer, Frances Young. We had been looking at the feeding of the 5000
or the 4000, both stories are there as you know. She was adamant that there was
really only one ‘feeding’ and that two stories had been constructed for
theological reasons. The arguments she used were compelling. But I always have
been awkward. I put it down to having had a God father who was an atheist. But
to get to the point. I suggested to her that perhaps there were two feedings,
at least that there might have been. You know how you feel when someone tries
to undermine something in which you believe? She clearly saw me as an
evangelical! ‘No! There was only one feeding’. It was at that point I discovered
that there was such a thing as a fundamentalist liberal. You see, I wanted it
both ways. One feeding or two, it didn’t matter to the story in the end, but
the principal of admitting to what we do not know and allowing for the
possibility that we might be wrong seemed to me to be crucial.

It has been suggested that the historic creeds
had the purpose of ‘defining the limits of legitimate speculation rather than
to make an exact and final statement of a theological position’.[1]
It is that phrase, ‘defining the limits of legitimate speculation’, with which
I have trouble. Are there such limits? It is interesting that one of Frances
Young’s publications was The Making of
the Creeds.[2] The
moment that you set such limits you begin to set in place a theological
position simply by accepting limitation. The Hindu Vedas have it right I think.
Speaking of creation for instance we find these words:

Who
really knows? Who will proclaim it?
Whence was it produced? Whence is this creation? The gods came
afterwards, with the creation of this universe. Who then knows whence it has
arisen? […] the one who looks down on it, in the highest heaven, only he knows
– or perhaps he does not know.[3]

On the notice board in Unitarian College a few
years ago was a poster. The gist of what it said was, ‘Unitarians seek after
truth, but in the event of someone being sure that they have found it, they
haven’t’. It felt like a home coming. But there is a problem and it is
intensely human, but also semantic. 'What is truth?' Surely there must be such
a thing as absolute truth? On such debate is humour founded.

I heard a radio sketch recently where two
cavemen wanted to catch a Pterodactyl so it could help them to fly. But the problem
is that Pterodactyls are large. One of the cavemen has an idea. When Pterodactyls
are a long way off they are smaller. That’s when to catch them. The other guy
points out that when they got to the Pterodactyl they would be smaller too. The
response from the other cavemen, ‘Now my other idea…’

We know that what is in question here is a
matter of perspective. Our eyes tell us one
thing, experience another. What are we to believe? It would seem that every
truth is provisional and never absolute, that what might be true for one person
might not be for another.

If all that we believe is of essence
provisional, open to challenge and change, then that can be unsettling. I mean,
if I have invested my entire life on developing a machine that will enable me
to dangle my feet off the edge of a flat earth only to find its not flat, I not
only feel impoverished, but foolish. Added to that I feel very insecure. I mean
what can I believe? Is nothing sacred? Not knowing what to believe can make me
feel very insecure. Often just to live we assume some things to be true. Life is
easier that way. In fact, if we continued to question we would never do
anything. Some folk reckon that is exactly how philosophers spend their lives,
until perhaps you quote Heisenberg's uncertainty principle in the middle of a
game of squash and get beaten by one!

But sometimes, at a visceral level, just to
survive, I return to sentimental memories of something, not unlike father
Christmas, that meet a child-like need and make me feel warm and comfortable
and safe. On the radio at the end of September I heard this old carol on the
Sunday Service:

As Jacob with travel was weary one day,
at night on a stone for a pillow
he lay;
he saw in a vision a ladder so
high
that its foot was on earth and
its top in the sky:Alleluya to Jesus who died on
the tree,And has raised up a ladder of
mercy for me,And has raised up a ladder of
mercy for me.

It concludes…

And when we arrive at the haven
of rest
we shall hear the glad words
'Come up hither, ye blest,
'here are regions of light, here
are mansions of bliss'.
O who would not climb such a
ladder as this?[4]

Those words have a Victorian, other-worldly feel. I
like them. And so I seek to rationalize them. The ladder is life. The end is
intangible even if we speak of ‘mansions of bliss’. In life we are all
climbing, living. That’s life then. But the words are all metaphor. Now let me
step off that cloud of unreality, back to earth,
feet firmly on the ground. I guess that having a stone for a pillow can lead
you to believe many things!

And so Unitarianism seemed, and I have to say,
seems very attractive. Yet without being offensive, I wonder, is it attractive
in the way that New Testament communism, or even Marxism, having everything in
common, is attractive until we see Stalin’s take on it? You see, as I talked
with Unitarians and read a small amount of Unitarian literature I was struck by
the openness and freedom that was there in the romance of it. Yet soon I also
became aware of the way in which the cerebral pursuit of truth, and I do not
mean to be insulting here, closed off certain other avenues of truth. It is my
understanding, for instance, that Unitarians no longer believe in the atonement
or see a need for it? Fine. I find myself very near to that myself. ‘Imagine
there’s no heaven’, ‘no hell below us’; as John Lennon sang, well okay. But
then no original sin. Fine. Happy with all of that. So there is no need to be
saved. Well that’s evangelical Christianity dealt with, now we can get on with
really living out the love of ‘the other’, with each other, in this world
today. Then onto my desk slips a dissertation which brings me up short. It was
entitled, “How is 'salvation' seen in current Unitarian theologies both in terms of
doctrine, and of religious and spiritual imagery within worship?” For Anna
Jarvis salvation was, somehow missing. Well there’s a surprise! What I read
next seemed to me to be profound. She reflects:

It
was not that there were not things that I needed saving from […] nor that I
could not easily see the myriad of situations that others 'needed saving from'
[…] but at that point I hadn't worked out how, or if, religion, faith,
spirituality, could play any role in that 'salvation' or 'liberation', or
whether those issues were separate, and demanded just political and social
conviction and action, not any form of religious salvation. And for a long time that was how I was happy
to leave it, concentrating on 'getting through life as best I knew how'.[5]

There seemed to be a
feeling here that bath water and baby had, perhaps, gone together. The
dissertation explored the theme. I warmed to it because what I had learnt of
Unitarianism was not just an openness to what could be believed, but a
limitation expressed in relation to those things that could not
be believed. I want both. I wanted the freedom of exploration, but I did not
want that freedom limited by a dogmatic liberalism. ‘I wanted to have my cake
and to eat it’.

Let
me explain what I mean.

Humanly
we seem to either live on, to quote the title of a hymn collection by Fred
Kaan, ‘The only earth we know’, that is with tangible, material reality; or
with a sense of ‘the other’, often expressed in terms of a metaphysical realm.
To work with the latter for a moment, this realm has been visualized, some
would say revealed, and imagined. It has been given form by the use of human
language and art. Over time this form has been taken to represent a reality
that few of us would accept as being literal, but in seeking a security of
belief, for some, the pictures and images have been dogmatized. And at this
point we dispose of them.

The
next step is to go back to the earthly reality which is open to sensory
investigation. In this we are not amoral for we do not need metaphysical models
to frighten us, or even encourage us, to behave ethically and humanely, I hope.
They have served humanity pretty badly so far. But let us suppose for a moment
that there is still something to be gained from looking at the heroes, if that
is the right word, of humanity. And as a Christian I return to Jesus, and in
line, I believe, with Unitarian understanding, I see Jesus as human, no more
and no less. Having been inculcated with Trinitarian doctrine it gets me off
the hook of the weird linguistic gymnastics of trying to relate Father, Son and
Spirit while believing in one God. Here I have simply Jesus. Much simpler and,
I believe, theologically more in-keeping with the records that we have of his
life as a man, born, living, dying. Lest the Trinitarian thought police are
lurking here, let me say that the models of creator, liberator and spirit are
not entirely wrong. They are often just profoundly unhelpful and offer an
opportunity to digress from living good lives in love with our neighbours in
care of the cosmos by immersing us in needless speculation into the
contradictions that we ourselves have elaborated.

So
let me return to Jesus. If I look at his life which ended in death, yet not
without profoundly affecting those around him and countless others through two
millennia, what I see at the centre is self-giving love. Don Cupitt has written
of ‘solar living’, the idea that the sun gives out light and heat, energy,
until finally exhausted. In the meantime all that we know in a human sense is
supported by this. Using this as a metaphor Cupitt sees Jesus pouring out love
to those around him until finally exhausted, dead. This does not need
resurrection, but neither is it defeat. To quote an old evangelical chorus, ‘It
only takes a spark to get a fire going’. By example Jesus demonstrates that
this solar living, this self-giving love, is effective and sensible if being
seen as self-sacrificial. Yet Cupitt also points out that we all die in the end
so, in effect, we might as well burn out in loving as be snuffed out in hatred.[6]

This
sets practice at the fore. It is a formula for living in the here and now. I
can work with that, or I can try to.

But I have a problem. The moment I start to
write a hymn I find myself going of piste, as it were. Now that could be
because of the way in which, over the years, I have soaked up the metaphysical
language of the Bible, of Milton, of so many other writers, preachers and
poets. It probably is. But I wonder if it is more than that. Walter Brueggemann,
the Old Testament scholar and theologian writes of ‘prophetic imagination’, the
ability of the prophets to offer imaginative hope in words that are poetic
because the medium of poetry unlocks more than simply logical, rational reason.
In doing so it leads us to truths that offer hope that we most likely would not
have reached through pure reason alone. Alongside this is the sense of
‘something other’ to which many people seem to be drawn, a sense that there is,
perhaps, more than just this ‘only earth we know’.

As a scientist I want to hold to rigorous,
investigative reason to maintain my integrity. I do not want to put limits on
that investigation. I want to assert that all that I, that we, know at present
is provisional and subject to change, even to being discarded altogether. Yet
at the same time I want to hold open the door to the opportunity of something
other, the intangible, that I can neither investigate nor envisage, that I have
no wish to dogmatise nor turn into doctrine. I do not want to set up conditions
of faith that must be believed, nor to limit those things that can be believed.
I want to be able to be open to accept what others believe, the things spawned
by imagination, the theologies of humanity, of all that has been and all that
we have yet to experience or assert. I want to hold together contradictory
truths in much the same way that an organic chemist allows a molecule to be at
one time, one form and an opposite form, and both simultaneously. They call it resonance.

A
benzene molecule, for instance, is perpetually flipping about. Neither one
thing nor the other, yet both things at the same time. It holds complete
contradiction in tension. And if that is how chemists are explaining their
observations of the natural world I wonder if we, in a similar way, might not
hold mutually contradictory ideas and concepts in tension. The benzene molecule
never falls apart, never loses its integrity. What about us in our intellectual
and spiritual explorations?

In a way this is where we began isn't it? As
Mark Brummitt said ‘I can't get my head around that!’ But I want to and, for
integrity's sake alone, I need to.

I want to be closed to nothing, open to all
things, certain about nothing, thoroughly agnostic! And all at the same time! That
is why, in a religious way I want to resonate like a benzene molecule.

Coming back to that cake, I intend, for as long
as I can to feast on all of this thought and exploration and discovery, with no
limit or diet, until I become genuinely theologically obese.

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